Familiar faces meeting on the well-worn path of living.
Stopping to remember and share time gone, yet not forgotten.
How many of our memories are real or imagined?
Rusty Returns
Eastern Grey Squirrel
Rusty
Vitality breathing in the fresh air of the Spring season.
Where have you come from friendly neighbour of Nature, may I ask?
Xanthic shades of rusty gold raise questions of their origin.
Relative
A quiet forest path connecting directions, seasons, life.
Thoughts and memories arise linking moments, lifetimes, aeons.
What is related to that which is gone, remaining, to come?
Payment Accepted
Along a wooded trail nearing the close of the year.
One is waiting to pass while the other is waiting for now.
What price is to be paid for wisdom of the present moment?
White Tip
On a path, remants of a tree offer a place for respite.
A being named Grey, waits showing nothing of their moniker.
Revealing colours of contrast without a care in the world.
Peanut Tax
Bounding across open fields, your destination within reach.
Pausing to get your senses, orienting yourself anew.
Do your senses tell you who you are in this present moment?
Peanut Breakfast
Bitter cold yet bright sunny morning, sheltered amongst the trees.
Out of the wind, in a sanctuary of sorts, sharing food.
My companions arrive by wing and by foot, to eat their fill.
Watching
A bright Winter morning and a pine tree stands in the sunshine.
A figure approaches, bundled against the cold, what is it?
Curious yet cautious, peering down from above, you keep watch.
Your Move
Waiting and watching, a standoff has begun at an old tree.
Neither moves, eyeing one another with curiosity.
What they are thinking, both can just guess and never truly know.
A Seed Among the Stones
Searching among the stones on the ground and remembering.
Yesterday or the day before you saw that seed fall from above.
Here? There? Where? Try to remember…ah yes next to that square stone!